She busied herself arranging her tray and pouring a glass of wine, but she watched him from the corner of her eye. He drank from the cup and rested it on his lap without spilling. His hands seemed steady. She relaxed a bit inside. She hadn’t wanted to embarrass him by hovering, but only a day ago he’d been quite insensible.

“Will you tell me your fairy tale, my lady?” His voice had strengthened since this afternoon.

George smiled. “You’ve probably been on tenterhooks, wondering about the ending.”

Harry’s bruised lips twitched, but he replied gravely, “Yes, my lady.”

“Well, let’s see.” She popped a piece of beef into her mouth and thought as she chewed. The last time she had told him the story . . . Suddenly she remembered that she’d been quite naked and Harry had . . . George swallowed too suddenly and had to grab for her wine. She just knew she was blushing. She snuck a look at Harry, but he was looking resignedly down at his beef tea.

She cleared her throat. “The Leopard Prince turned into a man. He grasped his crown pendant and wished for a cloak of invisibility. Which would have been quite handy since, as we discussed before, he was most probably nude when he turned into a man.”

He raised his eyebrows at her over the rim of his cup.

She nodded primly. “He put the cloak on and set out to defeat the nasty witch and win the Golden Swan. And while there was a small setback when she turned him into a toad—”

Harry smiled at her. How she gloried in his smiles!

“Eventually he was able to resume his natural form and steal the Golden Swan and bring it to the young king. Who, of course, immediately carted it off to the beautiful princess’s father.”

She cut a piece of beef and held it out to Harry. He eyed the fork, but instead of taking it, he merely opened his lips. His eyes met hers and held them as George placed the food in his mouth. For some reason this transaction made her breath quicken.

George looked down at her plate. “But the young king was out of luck again, for the Golden Swan could talk just as well as the Golden Horse. The father king took the Golden Swan aside and quizzed it and soon discovered the young king wasn’t the one who’d stolen the Golden Swan from the nasty witch. Potato?”

“Thank you.” Harry closed his eyes as his lips took a piece from her fork.

George’s mouth watered in sympathy. She cleared her throat. “So the father king went storming out to confront the young king. And the father king said, ‘Right. The Golden Swan is very nice, but not exactly useful. You must bring me the Golden Eel guarded by the seven-headed dragon that lives on the Mountains of the Moon.’”

“An eel?”